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INTERVALE PARK, 

INTERVALE, N. H. 



A CALL TO THE HILLS. 

" This is the hill which God d<'sireth to dwell in ; yea, the Lord 
will dwell in it forever." — Psalbis Ixviii. 16, 

For the last eight years we have held a sum- 
mer convention in the open air, — two years in 
South Framingham, Mass. ; for the last six years 
in Old Orchard, Me. Believing that such a 
meeting would be of inestimable value, held 
among the glorious White Mountains of New 
Hampshire, I went to Conway two years ago 
with the i^rayer in my heart that such a project 
might be realized. My time was short, and I 
did not then find the desired locality. This j^ear, 
in company with Rev. Mr. Luce, after devoting 
two days to this object, we found a most charm- 
ing piece of woods at Intervale, North Conway, 
under the shadow of Bartlett Mountain. No 
lovelier spot could be found in which to withdraw 



a while from the whirl and care of business to 
commune with God and his holy Word. We have 
purchased several acres covered with a most luxu- 
riant and varied growth of forest, flowers, and 
ferns, and withal two mountain springs. Grand 
old bowlders, too, are there, offering to our ca- 
thedral in the woods nature's own pulpit and 
desk from which to issue the call for morning 
devotion, and to which all the day long worship- 
pers might turn for united study of God's Word, 
for mutual help and uplifting. And if ever 
worshix3 becomes spontaneous, in hearts other- 
wise careless and indifferent, it is where the 
pure air, the woodland shade, the towering 
arches God has raised, outlined in living green, 
breathe into the soul a sacred calm-, where 
bursts uiDon the view the grand and everlasting 
hills, and ere aware comes the aspiration, "I 
will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence 
Cometh my help. My help cometh from the 
Lord, which made heaven and earth "' 

We look to the living God in this undertaking 
as in all branches of the work, and exi3ect he will 
bless us with gifts, that we may lay out, beautify, 
and adorn a sanctuary for him. 



By the sale of lots we hope to be able to erect 
a tabernacle, an auditorium, dining hall, of- 
fice of reception, and possibl}^ a few cottages, 
to be immediately available to those who come 
from a distance. Our lots of sixty feet by one 
hundred will sell for one hundred, one hundred 
and fifty, and two hundred dollars each, accord- 
inoj to the location. 

Desiring a degree of uniformity, order, and 
taste in the erection of cottages, and also to se- 
cure perfect sanitary arrangements, we propose 
to furnish plans for cottages varying in price 
from three hundred and fifty dollars upwards. 
We have been to the expense of preparing plans 
of cottages, in order that our friends may be re- 
lieved of that trouble and expense. We have se- 
cured a competent person, who has been a builder 
for years, and who is now on the ground at work. 

As there are numerous lines of railway con- 
necting this mountain region with Canada, the 
South, West, and East, which are already the 
highway of extensive summer travel, we would 
add the inducement to enter this wild- wood re- 
treat, with the God of nature and revelation, 
to seek added light upon the Divine Word; 



where the " immutaLle rocks" shall symbolize 
to us that more immutable Word that abideth 
forever; where the "calm" shade shall speak 
of that enduring " ris^hteousness " whose " work 
shall be peace," whose " effect, quietness, and 
assurance forever." 

" For the mountains shall depart, and the 
hills be removed; but my kindness shall not 
depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of 
ni}' peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath 
mercy on thee." — IsA. liv. 10. 

It might seem a work of su^^ererogation to 
attempt to describe to the travellers of to-day the 
attractiveness of the New Hampshire moun- 
tains. But we submit ourselves to the long- 
established custom of initiating a new project, 
by setting forth the abundant attractions, that 
are indeed truth to our vision, and that, as such, 
we wish to share with others. We see no better 
way. No reverent soul can fail to respond with 
us as he reads the description we are constrained 
to add, — the outbursts of that poet-soul, the 
Rev. T. Starr King. He has passed on to the 
glory eternal, but rarely has pen of mortal given 
flow to such heavenly rhythm, born of an in- 



tense and reverent love for nature in its ever- 
varying creations of beauty. 

The following are extracts from " The White 
Hills," by Thomas Slarr King. 

" North Conway is twenty-five miles from the 
Notch. It is a place to stay in, where the moun- 
tains are to be studied, where the mind is to rest 
as in a natural art gallery, and in an atmosphere 
saturated with beauty. . . . 

" North Conway has been a favorite resort 
among the mountains for artists. After the 
first of July its hotels and private houses are 
often crowded with visitors who desire to spend 
several days, at least, if not several weeks, in 
quiet enjoyment of mountain scenery. Why is 
it that so few persons make provision in the pro- 
gramme of their tour for waiting two or the 
days in one spot, and for taking the short jaunts 
in their own hired wagon to the rarer and se- 
cluded landscapes in which the glories of the 
mountain districts are concentrated? Such is 
the true way to get adequate and lasting impres- 
sions of the character of the hill country. . . . 

" It is a short task to give the topographical 
dimensions and to describe the mountain fram- 



ing of this village. We can easily say that it is 
a level bank about thirty feet above the channel 
and the meadows of the Saco Kiver, extending 
some four or five miles, and measuring, perhaps, 
three miles in breadth. On the west the long 
and noble Mote Mountain guards it ; on the 
east, the rough, less lofty, and bending Rattle- 
snake Ridge helps to wall it in, — unattractive 
enough in the ordinary daylight, but a great 
favorite of the setting sun, which loves to glorify 
it with Tyrian drapery On the southwest, as 
we have said, Chocorua manages to get a peep of 
one corner of its lovely meadows. Almost the 
whole line of the White Mountains proper, 
crowned in the centre by the dome of Mount 
Washington, closes the view on the northwest 
and north, — only some twelve or fifteen miles 
distant by the air ; and nearer, on the northeast, 
its base but two miles distant, swells the svmet- 
rical Kearsarge, the queenly mountain of >. ew 
Hampshire, which, when the Indian titles were 
expunged from the great range, should have 
been christened ' Martha Washington.' The 
true Indian name of this charming pyramid is 
Pequawket. x\nd far to the south the hills 



soften away in a series of smaller and smaller 
darkening mounds or humps, that answer to 
the description of the sea-serpent's back. But 
what suiTgestion of the exqui-site loveliness of 
the village is given by the most accurate report 
of its meadow farms and mountain guards? We 
well remember driving into it from the north by 
the Jackson road, about sunset, under waving 
hangings of vermilion and gold. The sinking 
sunlight was shedding yellow splendor over the 
meadows, tinging the higher edges of the azure 
mists that settle in the ravines of Mount Wash- 
ington with tender rose color, and flooding the 
upper half of the Rattlesnake Eidge with purple 
sharply ruled from a basis of deep bronze green. 
Our wagon was stopped on the borders of the 
bank about three miles north of the centre of the 
village, on the edge of Bartlett, where the mead- 
ows look most fascinating ; and one of our 
party, who was this way for the first time intro- 
duced to the quiet and the luxuriant loveliness 
of this village, said, ' I did not suppose that 
there was on earth a landscape so exquisite as 
this.' ... 
" One always finds, we think, on a return to 



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North Conway, that his recollections of its love- 
liness were inadequate to the reality. Such pro- 
fuse and calm beauty sometimes reigns over the 
whole village that it seems to be a little quota- 
tion from Arcadia, or a suburb of Paradise. 

" Who can tell how it is that the trees here 
seem of more aristocratic elegance, — that the 
shadows are more delicately pencilled, — that 
the curves of the brooks are more seductive than 
elscAvhere? Why do the nights seem more ten- 
der and less solemn? ^,Yhat has touched the 
ledgy rocks with a grace that softens the impres- 
sion of sublimity and age? What has made the 
' twilight parks ' of pine dim with a pensive, 
rather than a melancholy dusk ? Certainly we 
have seen no other region of New England that 
is so swathed in dreamy charm. . . . 

" One sees more clear sky in eight summer 
weeks in Conway, probably, than in the com- 
pass of an Italian year. The air of Italy is 
more opalescent, and seems to hold the light in 
luscious repose, and yet a little unsteady in tint. 
But for pomp of bright, clear, contrasted tlames 
on a deep and transparent sk}', the visitors of 
North Conway, on the sunset bank that over- 



looks the meadows, enjoy the frequent privilege 
of a spectacle which the sun sinking behind the 
Notch conjures for them, such as he rarely dis- 
plays to the dwellers by the Arno or the inhabit- 
ants of Naples. How often have we seen such 
shows from that bank, while the evening song 
of l)irds came up fr- m the near orchards and 
the distant maple groveS of the meadow below, 
as it seemed too wasteful in Nature to have 
prepared for the fading canoj)y of one small 
village and of one summer evening! Then was 
the time for the miiacle of Joshua; for some 
artist priest, like Turner, to bid the sun stand 
still, that such gorgeousness might be a garni- 
ture of more than a few rapid moments upon 
the cloud-flecked pavilion of the air= And as the 
brightness burned off from the hills behind, and 
the hastening fiie mounted from the lower 
clouds to stain the cirrus, and the west began to 
glow with the up-cast beams of the sunken sun, 
one could not but feel the aspiration connected 
with the fleeting magnificence of sunset, which 
is not the least marvellous passage of Goethe's 
Faust. We are indebted for the translation to 
the kindness of a friend, whose knowledge of 



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German is equalled only by his artistic command 
of English, and who has given a full equivalent 
of the original in rhythm and grace. 

' He yields, he vanishes, the day is gone. 

Yonder he speeds and sheds new life forever. 
O! had I wings to rise and follow on 

Still after him with fond endeavor 1 
Then should I see beneath my feet 

The still world's everlasting vesper, 
Each summit tipped with fire, each valley silence 
sweet. 

The silver brook, the river's molten jasper. 

And naught should stay my god-competing flight, 

Though savage mountains now with all their ra- 
vines, 

And now the ocean with its tempered havens, 
Successive greet the astonished sight. 

The god at length appears as he were sinking ; 
But still the impulse is renewed, 

I hasten on, the light eternal drinking, 
The day pursuing, by the night pursued, 

The heavens above, and under me the billows. 

A pleasant dream! Meanwhile the sun has fled. 

In vain, alas ! the spirit's wings are spread, 
Never will bodily wings appear as fellows.' 



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"Of course it must not be understood that 
North Conway is always thus beautiful. The 
sunshine, even w^hen the days are clear, some- 
times produces only journey work. Besides the 
prismatic beams and the active ray, there is the 
artistic quality in the light, which at times re- 
fuses to leave its fountains, and the scene is pro- 
saic. Now and then the Saco, swelled by the 
bounty of a score of mountain heights, over- 
flows its bed, sweeps the w^iole surface of the 
Intervale, and mounts to the very edge of the 
bank on wiiich the village is built. 

" We cannot prophesy these baptisms. So we 
cannot tell when the spiritual heights from 
which Nature issues will unseal their opulence? 
and send the freshet of bloom, — when the 
' finer light in light ' will break its bounds and 

give us 

. . . ' One of the charmed days 
When the genius of God doth overflow,* 

and the whole valley will turn into a goblet, 
brimming with beauty too liberal to be contained 
by the mountain w^alls that are tinted with its 
weird waves. . . . 
" If now, turning in another direction, we seek 



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to explain the difference in charm between 
North Conway and other villages of the moun- 
tains, we must bear in mind that there is the 
same difference between scenes in nature that 
there is between words when put together at 
random and words arranged in sentences. Ordi- 
narily, hills and streams, trees and fields, con- 
vey by their arrangement no definite impression 
and hold attention by no intellectual charm. 
They simply supply the scattered vocabulary of 
line and flash, tint and form, by means of which 
the artist rewrites his symmetrical thought. 

" Truth, for the purposes and order of science, 
is furnished by one tree as well as another; by a 
stream, whether it leap in musical cascade or 
flow calmly to the sea; by the mountain, regard- 
less of the slope of its wall or the shape of its 
crest. But for purposes of art and artistic joy, 
the disposition and proportion of materials are all 
important; for thus only is land lifted into land- 
scape. It is pleasant to find in any scene one or 
two instances of combination — rock with stream, 
meadow and h>ll, dip and cone — that will satis- 
fy the eye and offer a sentence or a rhyme of 
the omnipresent Artist. 



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" It is delightful when we find a paragraph or a 
long passage that obeys the grammar of beauty 
and prints a rounded conception of the Creator. 
Then the day is too short for the ever-renewing 
joy of vision. The distinction of North Conway 
is, that it is a large natural poem in landscape. 
Up to the limit where art can come in as im- 
provement it is finished by the natural forces 
with a fine pencil. Every arc of the circle which 
the eye breaks off by a direct gaze — from the 
scarred gorges of the range that closes the view 
on the northwest, to the cheerful openness of 
the southerly outlook — is a picture ready for 
the canvas, having definite sense, sentiment, 
and rhythm. When one enters it, it is the open- 
ing of a volume of divine verse, with strophe 
and antistrophe of mountain majesty, with ec- 
logues and idj^ls, and sonnets, and lyrics, wrought 
out of meadows and Erroves and secluded nooks 
and leaping streams It would require more 
space than our volume will allow to do justice 
to the various charms into which this wide cir- 
cle of beauty is broken by walks and excursions 
and drives. One of the prominent pleasures of 
a clear and cool day is to find different points 



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for studying Mt. Washington. In what novel- 
ties of shape, dignity, and effect he may be 
thrown by the rambles of a morning! We may 
see his steep, torn walls rising far off beyond a 
hill which we are ascending, and which hides 
from us most of the foreground in the village 
and the base on which the mountain stands; or 
may catch a glimpse of him through a couple of 
trees that stand sentinel to keep other moun- 
tains of the range from an intrusion that will 
reduce his majesty; or may seek a position over 
a grove whose breezy plumes afford the most 
cheerful contrast of motion and color to set off 
his gray grandeur and majestic rest; or from 
different points near the Saco may relate him by 
chanojing angles into fresh combinations with 
the level verdure of the meadows, or with some 
curve of its brooks, or some graceful thicket of 
its maples. Such a walk upon the meadows 
over its roughnesses, its occasional rods of marsh, 
its ditch here and there, useful to the farmer 
but not delightful to feet in search of the pic- 
turesque, its rickety fences to be climbed, — and 
all for the sake of catching a new attitude, or a 
new expression of the monarch hill of New Eng- 



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land, certainly tempts one who is familiar with 
Stirling's poems to repeat to himself the lines: 

' I looked upon a plain of green, 
That some one called the Land of Prose, 

"Where many living things are seen 
In movement or repose. 

I looked npon a stately hill, 

That well was named the Mount of Song, 
When golden shadows wait at will 

The woods and streams among. 

But most this fact my wonder bred, 
Though known hj all the nobly wise, 

It was the mountain stream that fed 
The fair green plain's amenities.' 

" But let US remember that a climbino^ of Mount 
Washington, along the very track of those deli- 
cate dimples and golden-edged shadows, would 
make it seem intensely enough the ' Land of 
Prose,' while the poetry and the gold would 
have floated off upon the meadow to efface all 
suggestions of ditches and marsh, and make it 
one strip of shaven and fascinating lawn. And 
we need not go so far as the nearest outwork of 
the White Mountain wall to see this poetry, 



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which the lowlands always refer to the moun- 
tains, flung back again. The sunset bank, near 
the Kearsarge House in the centre of Conway 
village, or still better, the roadside, near the little 
Methodist Church on the edge of Bartlett, opens 
the meadow in such loveliness that one might be- 
lieve he was looking through an air that had 
never enwrapped any sin, upon a floor of some 
nook of the primitive Eden. What more appro- 
priate reverence can we pay to this Intervale, 
beyond all question, as seen from the point last 
mentioned, the most entrancing piece of meadow 
which New England mountains guard, or upon 
which the setting sun lavishes his gold, than to 
connect with it Mr. Kuskin's analysis of the 
beauty and apostrophe to the uses of the grass ? 
^ Gather a single blade of grass and examine for 
a minute, quietly, its narrow, sword shaped strip 
of fluted green, nothing, as it seems there, of 
notable goodness or beauty. A very little 
strength, and a very little tallness, and a few 
delicate long lines meeting in a point, — not a 
perfect point either, but blunt and unfinished, 
by no means a creditable or apparently much- 
cared-for example of nature's workmanship ; 




Runaway Brook, Intervale Park. 



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made, as it seems, only to be trodden on to-day 
and to-moiTow to be cast into the oven ; and a 
little pale and hollow stalk, feeble and flaccid, 
leading down to the dull, brown fibres of roots. 
And yet, think of it well, and judge whether of 
all the gorgeous flowers that beam in summer 
air, and of all strong and goodly trees, pleasant 
to the eyes and good for food, — stately palm 
and pine, strong ash and oak, scented citron, 
burdened vine, — there be any, by man so deeply 
loved, by God so highly graced, as that narrow 
point of feeble green.' . . . 

" We can recall a most singular combination 
of freshness and bloom in the Saco Valley, with 
one of the very wildest aspects which the moun- 
tains ever assume. Just where we expected the 
culminating pleasure of the ride from Centre 
Harbor to Conway, — that is, on the top of the 
hill in Eaton, — we experienced a singular dis- 
appointment. The snow-capped ridge of Wash- 
ington ought to have risen out of the north; the 
whole horizon should have been thunderclouded 
with dark and rugged domes. But though the 
sky had not a cloud, there was nothing to be 
seen. Fires in the neighboring forests had 



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thickened the air to the north with smoke and 
cancelled the hills from the landscape as com- 
pletely as if they had been annihilated. It was 
interesting, however, to see them start out by 
turns from their pall, as we rode along. First 
the Motes outlined themselves; next, the grace- 
ful spectre of Kearsarge peered from the golden 
smoke to keep us company; but even when our 
wagon rattled into the level street on which 
North Conway is built, the same veil hid every 
trace of Mount Washington from sight. The 
meadows of North Conway, however, with their 
elms arching in fresh drapery, their maple 
groves not yet impenetrable by the eye, with 
thickets of verdure, and the orchards that nestled 
under the banks of the village, snowy with 
bloom, were more charming in contrast with the 
Day-of-Judgment atmosphere that invested the 
hills. . . ." 



PLANS OF HOUSES. 

We insert a few plans of houses to be erected 
at " Intervale Park." As we have said before, 
we have been at the expense of preparing these 



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plans, so that persons who are unaccustomed to 
building, and who may desire to erect cottages, 
can be spared the trouble and expense of an 
architect, and can thus also unite with us, to 
secure simplicity, completeness, and uniformity 
in building. 

A competent architect has drawn these plans for 
us, aiming to combine cheapness and good taste. 

A builder has been secured to erect houses as 
desired, in whom we have every confidence. 
Orders for the erection of cottages may be sent to 
us, to which we will give faithful care. Persons 
can communicate with us, or give their personal 
attention to the selection of lots. 

We wish to afford a pleasant summer home to 
friends who desire a retreat from busy care, 
and who yet have " God in all their thoughts," 
and who *' in all their ways acknowledge Him." 



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Cottage No. 1. 

This little cottage consists of parlor, dining 
room and kitchen on first floor, with two cham- 
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This house is not plastered, and can be built 
for $350. The lot at SlOO will make a pretty 
summer house for a small family for the sum of 
$450. 



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Cottage No. 2. 

This is a neat cottage of five rooms; parlor, 
kitchen, with three diambers on next floor, 
piazza in front of house. Cost of this cottage 
S350, lot $100, making the house and lot $450. 
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This little cottage is plastered; has three 
rooms, with cellar under kitchen; open fireplace 
in parlor and chamber; closets, hall running 
through the house, to give a fine circulation of 
air; roof i:)ainted red, and outside of suitable 
color, and is a very pretty house for a man and 
his wife. House cost $450, lot $100. Whole 
amount $550. 



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This is a very convenient and pretty house; 
plastered, painted, roof red, parlor, dining room, 
and kitchen on first floor; three good chambers 
above. This is a very comfortable house; will 
cost to build $900, lot at $100 will give a lovely 
house that can be occupied the year round for 
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This is a large, convenient bouse in the pres- 
ent style of architecture; piazzas on three sides 
twelve feet wide; parlor, sitting room, dining 
room, kitchen on first floor; four square cham- 
bers and two attics; open fireplaces in all the 
rooms on the lower floor. This house is a mar- 
vel of beauty and comfort; well painted and a fit 
house for a family of means Cost S2,000; lot 
SlOO or $200; whole cost $2,100 or $2,200. 



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Cottage No. 6. 

This is a gem of a house, and can be occupied 
the year round. It is plastered ; two coats of 
paint ; roof red ; open fireplaces in dining room 
and parlor ; four good chambers ; kitchen ; spa- 
cious chjsets ; long piazza ; earth closet ; bay 
windows in both sides of the house ; hall wide ; 
the whole house having a genuine home look. 
This house can be built for $1,100. Lot, $100 
or -f 200, making a charming house for $1,200 
or $1,300. 



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Our builder has other plans of houses costing 
from S500 and upwards. We wish to say here 
that the houses are to be built at the prices given, 
wliicli are at a very low figure, so that our friends 
may have all the advantage of our experience 
and industry and be able " at once to go up and 
build." To help in this matter we are willing 
to take orders to build these cottages at the 
prices quoted ; and as they are put as low as 
any man can possibly build them, there will be 
no variation from the prices given. 

Purchasers of lots are at liberty to exercise 
their own taste in plans, but any design of house 
different from the plans furnished by us must| 
be first submitted to the undersigned. This re- 
quirement is made simply for mutual protection;! 
that there shall be nothing lacking to the com-j 
fort of all, and that each may seek the good of 
his neighbor. 

Friends may select their lots either by writing 
to me or by taking the train from Boston over* 
the Eastern Railroad to Intervale, N. H. Com- 
munications to be addressed to 

Dk. CHAS. CULLIS, 
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